21 Days of Gratitude Day 21 My Parents

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Since November was ( for those who live in the U.S.) the month of Thanksgiving, I want to take the next three weeks to make daily posts about things I am grateful for. There was an old hymn I heard growing up called “Count your blessings”. So since I believe gratitude begets blessings, (and we could use a little more of that,) Come with me as we go on this journey of thankfulness. 


“My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man” to quote one of my favorite songs. I am grateful today (and every day) for my father, K.C Corcoran. There are many qualities my father has that are seemingly beyond my reach. He is excellent at working with his hands, and auto mechanics. He also has impeccable integrity and one of the kindest spirits of anyone I have ever known. I have yet to ever find anyone who has a bad word to say about my Dad. That speaks volumes.

There is a lot about my Dad that is refreshingly ‘old school’ He basically worked for the same employer (GM) from his early 20’s to the time he retired. (How often does THAT happen nowadays? ) He didn’t have a college degree but moved up within the company to the point where he supervised people who did. My brother and I never had a missed meal growing up, We were always well provided for, had many nice memories of vacations and family outings, and my parents almost never fought and are still close after 57yrs of marriage. Devin and I dodged a lot of bullets my peers did not. Devin and I had a lot we were able to take for granted, but the only reason we could is because of the wall of safety my Dad (and Mom) were able to provide.

I’m sure there were times he really wanted to just chuck the job ( I’ve been in the working world over two decades now I know I have many times, (and did a couple times) but he kept that away. But he went to work anyway and worked hard. Any adult male with working parts can sire a child, but it takes a real man to be a Father. My brother, mother and I are blessed.

“I thank you for the kindness, and the times when you got tough and Dad I don’t think I said I love you near enough” (yes I know I changed that slightly but I never called my dad Papa so I used a little poetic license.)


 Seventy-five years ago this month my mother was born. I am grateful for her every day.  When I think about qualities about myself that I like I am aware that many of them came directly from her. My singing ability, my red hair (ok it is mostly red now) and my brown eyes. There were also many non-physical lessons she taught me. Lessons about strength and personal faith in God. She had a wonderful sense of humor, courage, and an indomitable spirit. She has taught me so much. I am so honored to have her as my mother.

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